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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
The Move,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.