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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.