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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.