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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.