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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.