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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.