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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.