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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.