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 France and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.