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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Nas,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.