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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.