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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.