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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Lalann,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
X-102,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
CMW,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.