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 United States and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Kinks to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.