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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.