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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
MC5,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Skaos,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.