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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 snare 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 The J.B.'s 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
PIL,
The Gories,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.