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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.