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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.