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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Faust,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.