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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.