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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.