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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.