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 Antigua and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.