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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Sparks 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.