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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Mummies to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.