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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
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.