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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.