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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.