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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days 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?
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.