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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.