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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.