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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.