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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.