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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Index,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.