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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.