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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
AZ,
The Index,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.