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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.