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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.