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 Switzerland 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.