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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 snare 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.