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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.