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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Index,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.