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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
The Index,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.