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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.