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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.