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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Pantytec,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.