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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.