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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
the Association,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Magma,
The Remains,
Smog,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.