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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Fear,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Swans,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.