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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.