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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.