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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Organ,
ABBA,
Ituana,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.