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 China and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.