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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Audionom,
PIL,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.