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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
cv313,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.