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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Television,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.