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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.