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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.