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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Urselle to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.