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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek 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?
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.