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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.