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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.