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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Can,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.