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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.