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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.