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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.