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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.