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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.