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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.