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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.