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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Mars,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.