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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.