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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Faust,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
UT,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.