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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.