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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Q65,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.