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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
DNA,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.