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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.