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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.