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 Tonga 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.