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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.