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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Faust 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.