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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
MDC,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.