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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.