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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.