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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.