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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.