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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
UT,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.