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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.