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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Television,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.