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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.