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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Brick,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
The Index,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.