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 Marshall Islands 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.