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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.