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 China 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.