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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Nico,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.