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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.