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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.