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 Singapore 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.