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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.