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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.