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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Index,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.