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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.