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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.