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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.