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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.