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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.