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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Bananas 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.