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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.