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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.