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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.