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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.