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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.