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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Organ,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.