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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.