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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.