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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.