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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.