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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Magma,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.