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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.