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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.