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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.