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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Slave,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.