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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.