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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.