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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.