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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Nico,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.