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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Flipper,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.