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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
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.