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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Can,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.