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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.