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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Wire,
Nas,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.