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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.