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 Grenada 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.