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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 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 Metal Thangz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.