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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.