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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.