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 India and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.