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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.