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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.