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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.