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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Scientists,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.