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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Monks,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.