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 Libya 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.