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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.