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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Q65,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.