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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.