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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.