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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.