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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.