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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.