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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.