Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Section 25,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.