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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Human League to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.