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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.