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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Sparks,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Fear,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.