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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.