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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.