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 France and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.