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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Fear,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Yellowson,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.