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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.