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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.