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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.