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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Pole to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.