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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.