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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.