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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.