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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Monks,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.