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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Visage,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.