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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.