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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.