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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Make Up to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.