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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.