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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Rakim,
Wings,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.