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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
X-101,
The Count Five,
MC5,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.