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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.