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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.