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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.