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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.