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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Smog,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.