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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Swans,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.