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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Faust,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.