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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.