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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Can,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.