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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.