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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.