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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.