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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.