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 Poland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.