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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.