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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.