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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
UT,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.