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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.