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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
the Normal,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.