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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.