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 Qatar and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.