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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.