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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.