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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.