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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.