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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Interpol,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.