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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Wire,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.