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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.