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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
PIL,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.