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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.