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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.