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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Pole,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Visage,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.