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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.