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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.