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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.