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 Albania 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.