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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.