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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.