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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Nico to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Index,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.