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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Technova,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.