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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.