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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.