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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.