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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.