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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.