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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.