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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.