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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.