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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.