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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.