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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.