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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.