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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.