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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Franke,
Technova,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.