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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.