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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.