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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.