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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.