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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.