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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.