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 Sri Lanka 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.