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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.