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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.