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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Fear,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.