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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.