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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.