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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.