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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
X-102,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.