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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.