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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Smooth. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.