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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
UT,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.