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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.