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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.