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 China and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.