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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Jandek,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.