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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.