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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.