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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.