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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
DNA,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.