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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.