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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.