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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Brick,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.