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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.