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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.