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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.