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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.