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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.