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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.