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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 guitar 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
The Move,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.