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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Desert Stars 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.