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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.