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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Niagra,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.