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 Panama 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Fear,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.