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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.