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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.