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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.