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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.