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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Section 25,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.