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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.