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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.