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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.