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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.