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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Excepter to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.