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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.