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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.