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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.