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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.