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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.