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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.