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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
June Days,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.