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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
UT,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.