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 Finland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.