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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.