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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
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 Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.