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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.