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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.