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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.