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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.