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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.