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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.