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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.