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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.