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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Television,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.