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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.