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 Austria 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
The Move,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.