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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.