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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.