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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.