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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.