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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
DNA,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.