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 Japan 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Crime,
Can,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.