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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.