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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.