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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Index,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.