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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.