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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.