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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.