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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.