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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.