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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.