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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.