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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.