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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.