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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.