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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.