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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.