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 Sierra Leone 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Smog,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.