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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Television,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
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.