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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.