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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.