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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.