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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.