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 Marshall Islands 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.