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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.