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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Wings to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.