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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.