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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.