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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.