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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.