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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.