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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.