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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Scientists,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.