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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.