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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.