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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.