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 Ghana 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.