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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
The Cure,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
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.