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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.