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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.