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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.