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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
UT,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.