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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.