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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.