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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.