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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Television,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.