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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Alphaville,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.