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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.