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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.