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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.