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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.