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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.