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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Dead C 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.