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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.