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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Pole,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.