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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.