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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.