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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.