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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.