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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.