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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.