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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.