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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.