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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Audionom,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.