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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Magma,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.