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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.