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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.