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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.