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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.