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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.