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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.