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 Iran 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Index,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.