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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.