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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
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Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.