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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.