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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.