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 Poland and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.