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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.