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 Brazil 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.