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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.