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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.