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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.