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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.