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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Technova,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.