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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Associates,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.