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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.