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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.