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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.