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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.