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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Television,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.