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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.