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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fire Engines to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.