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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.