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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.