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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach 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 funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
June Days,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.