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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.