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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.