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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.