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 Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.