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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.