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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Pole,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.