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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Franke,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.