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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.