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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
CMW,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.