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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
World's Most,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.