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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.