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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.