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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.