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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Crime,
John Cale,
Monks,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.