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 New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.