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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.