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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.