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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.