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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.