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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.