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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.