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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.