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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.