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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.