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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Yaz,
The Sound,
AZ,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
ABC,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.