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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.