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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.