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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.