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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.