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 Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.