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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.