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 Turkey and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.