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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.