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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.