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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
June Days,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Smog,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.