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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Index,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.