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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.