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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.