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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.