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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.