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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Fear,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.