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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.