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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.