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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.