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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.