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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.