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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Fear,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.