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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cure to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.