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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.