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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Magma,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.