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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.