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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.