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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.