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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
X-101,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.