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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.