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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
The Names,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.