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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.