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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.