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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.