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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.