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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Excepter,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.