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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.