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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.