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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.