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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Monks,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.