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 Ecuador 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.