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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 sitar 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.