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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Wings to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.