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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.