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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.