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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.