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 Singapore and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.