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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.