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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.