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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Sparks,
Wings,
The Move,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.