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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
X-101,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.