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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.