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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.