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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.