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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Martian,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.