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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.