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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Section 25,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.