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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Visage,
Gong,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.