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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.