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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.