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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.