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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.