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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.