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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.