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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
The Fall,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.