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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.