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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.