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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Can,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.