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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.