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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Rascals to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Franke,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.