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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.