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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.