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 Honduras and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.