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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Technova,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.