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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Brick,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.