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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.