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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.