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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.