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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.