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 China and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.