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 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 CMW 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.