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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.