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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.