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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.