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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.