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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.