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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.