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 Namibia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.